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HE was a failure, and one day he died. / Across the border of the mapless land / He found himself among a sad-eyed band / Of disappointed souls; they, too, had tried / And missed their purpose. With one voice they cried / Unto the shining Angel in command: / ‘Oh, lead us not before our Lord to stand, / For we are failures, failures! Let us hide.'
Yet on the Angel fared, until they stood / Before the Master. (Even His holy place / The hideous noises of the earth assailed.) / Christ reached His arms out to the trembling brood, / With God's vast sorrow in His listening face. / Come unto Me,' He said; ‘I, too, have failed. '